Eating your own dog food. Blind faith in one’s own creation. Loyalty to our beliefs, our passions.
“Pride fuckin’ with you.” (Marsellus Wallace, 1994). But it works…
Having principals, ethics, which you apply throughout your body of work shows integrity and consistency of your thinking. Having a maxim you stay true to possible illustrates the depth of your understanding… or your soul, or your father’s backhand. So what do the shadowy parts of the wrong side of town on another planet look like, feel like, sound like? Probably a lot like Alozeau + Turing Tarpit. Probably a lot like a deserted mechanics, red with dust, in Detroit in 2089. Probably a lot like when you stand staring at the sand dunes and hear the instruments of tribes uncivilized, as a threatening imminence hums along at room temperature, 105.8° F.
released January 31, 2019
Josué Coloma: electronics
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Ferran Gavín: electric guitar
Ramon Casamajó: trumpet
Recorded in Barcelona and El Montseny during 2017-2018.
"Eating your own dog food" mixed and produced by Alozeau.
"Drinking our own champagne" mixed and produced by Turing Tarpit.
Mastered by Pablo Miranda at La Isla Estudio.
Painting by Gies Backes (www.giesbackes.nl).
Graphic Design by Ale Veloso.
Words by Warren-Smith.
Unleashed by Zona Watusa & Call It Anything Records.